Omerta Mafia

When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion. Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life. He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe. I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go. “My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.” I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine. “No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

"No one will ever be able to murder me; they would never dare." Galante, Carmine. I'm quite aware that I'm not a good man. People were terrified and respected when they heard my name, "Lord" Rolly Exruto Guevara. All in the sake of power, I committed dreadful, brutal, heartless, remorseless, violent things. I was the Capo of The Family, an American Italian crime gang. It's the mafia. Many females want to be at the bottom of my ruthless Mafia, but a man must look for his wife, not a woman who looks for her husband. I want to marry a lady or perhaps have children with a woman. It's what the males in my environment did to get more power and become more powerful. The fruits of my power shall inherit the power. That was my first encounter with Lara Sylvio, Clover's lovely and voluptuous secretary. She is going to be mine. I have her. l id never had such strong feelings for anybody or anything as I had for Lara. Her skin and lips made me feel as though there was something missing in this world, and she filled it in. I wanted Lara to the bone, and I'd make her mine for the rest of my life, not just for one night. A mafia is always a Mafia.

What happens when your only confidant not only pushes you to be a stripper but also sells you to your nemesis… the ruthless Mafia boss? Ava’s life was already a nightmare—paying off her aunt’s gambling debts and stripping to make ends meet. But everything spiraled out of control the night she rejected Coran Kane, the most feared Mafia boss in the city. Coran doesn’t take rejection lightly, and when Ava returns home, she finds him waiting... with her sister’s betrayal waiting to crush her: she’s been sold to him. Now trapped in Coran’s world, Ava fights to endure his control while desperately plotting her escape. But when she finally breaks free, she’s caught and forced to make an unthinkable choice: sacrifice an innocent life or submit herself to Coran completely. How far will she go to reclaim her freedom?

"Ace...please...I had nothing to do with your father's death..." I whimper, protectively placing my hand over my abdomen. His grip tightens around my throat as my eyes water when I look into his eyes reddened by the effect of the alcohol that he has consumed. All I can see is my death looming over my head as I try my best to be able to breathe through my nose even if he is trying his best to block my airways. "Well, all evidence seems to state otherwise, bitch! You were the one leaking all information about us back to your father. And here I was...thinking that we had something..." his words slur but his actions are completely focused on me. Completely focused on killing me. I can feel it...I am not going to make it... ———————— I wanted to tell him that I didn’t ruin his empire. I wanted him to believe it. But he didn’t listen. And because of him, I ended up losing my baby growing inside me. I lost everything because of Alejandro Harrington. And I have spent the last two years running from him. But now he has finally found me. He is my new boss and to top it all off, I have to remain in this firm as his personal assistant. He still remembers everything and even now, he has no regrets about whatever he did. He’s here to make my life hell.

You should enjoy it. Bitches like you don’t deserve vanilla sex." He hovered over me and took my sore, overly sensitive nipple in his mouth. He bit it hard and I screamed. He rammed his shaft deep into my cunt at once and I screamed. “Fuck!” he didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size or anything. He kept on moving in and out at a speed I couldn’t keep up with. “Is this not how you like it? How you like to be fucked like the whore that You are,” he said and grabbed my chin as he yelled in my face. He didn’t give me any breathing space. I surely was going to get sore after this. ^.^.^.^ Leia Gambino thought she had seen the worst when her father, Roman Gambino; an American mafia boss forced her to marry Jericho de Luca; the heir apparent to the capo de carmine of the well-feared Italian mafia; Banda Della. Little did Leia know that she was sold away in disguise. On her wedding day, none of her parents were around. Things took a worst turn on the first night. Jericho sees Leia as a sex object and a panacea for his impotence while Jericho's father sees her as a business tool and a bait.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

Kyle Carter, brother of the Ruthless mafia bosses Reed and Matteo. He might look like a harmless football player, but he is the most dangerous brother among the three. He is ruthless, cold and calculating. And a Chameleon who can change his colors so easily. Serra is the daughter of a gambling addict of a father and her mother left them when she was young. Her father sold her to an old business man who was double her age and who was already married thrice. But her fate shined upon her and that old man collapsed on the day of their wedding right before they exchanged their rings. She met Kyle, who gave her a place to live when she had no where to go. And then, he became her every thing. When her past came back up hunt her, and while Kyle found out that she was almost married, she couldn't stay there. So she left him. But who would have thought that she was pregnant with his baby and he would become a sought after football player, which was a cover all along. Will their incomplete love bloom? Or her past would destroy her? What will happen when she finds out that he is the monster who haunts everyone's dreams? Will she still accept him?

Elena; No one who dared to mess with him lived to tell the tale. Angelo Fabian. Lord of the Underworld and the most dangerous Mafia Lord in the country. But somehow my father did. What's worse when I was offered to him as his plaything, his sexual toy, an experiment to fulfill all his sexual urges. I never knew my life could turn out to be more than the shit show it already was Angelo: In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. Until I met her, she was a perfect collateral for my stolen money and I plan to keep her, especially because she was proof that I can still perform and get aroused as a man.

Jean Florence, a 20-year-old woman who is cheerful and always thinks positively. Suddenly has to bear a very hard life. The person we consider a mother has the heart to sell her to a gigolo to be used as a prostitute. At the auction, a man buys her completely for so much. Jean is freed from the brothel. Will Jean be released just like that? or will Jean's life change with the man who bought her? Or maybe Jean will be made a sex slave by him?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.